#Guava Leaves for Skin

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What Makes Guava Leaves So Effective for Skin Care?

When it comes to natural remedies for skin care, guava leaves are often overlooked. However, these leaves, which are a byproduct of the delicious guava fruit, have gained popularity in the world of skincare for their numerous benefits. Packed with antioxidants, vitamins, and anti-inflammatory properties, guava leaves can work wonders for your skin. In this blog, we'll explore what makes guava leaves so effective for skincare and how you can incorporate them into your routine.

The Nutritional Powerhouse of Guava Leaves

Guava leaves are rich in a variety of nutrients that contribute to their skin benefits. They contain:

Antioxidants: Guava leaves are loaded with antioxidants like vitamin C and flavonoids. These compounds help neutralize free radicals, reducing oxidative stress and promoting a youthful appearance.

Vitamins and Minerals: Besides vitamin C, guava leaves are a good source of vitamins A and B, as well as minerals such as calcium and potassium. These nutrients nourish the skin, helping it to stay healthy and vibrant.

Tannins: The astringent properties of tannins in guava leaves can tighten the skin, reduce excess oil, and minimize the appearance of pores.

Essential Oils: The essential oils in guava leaves have antimicrobial properties, which can help in treating acne and other skin infections.

Benefits of Guava Leaves for Skin

1. Acne Treatment

2. Reduces Dark Spots

3. Anti-Aging Properties

4. Soothes Skin Irritations

5. Fights Oily Skin

Read more: Everything You Need To Know About Benefits Of Guava Leaves For Skin

How to Use Guava Leaves for Skin Care

Guava Leaf Toner

Ingredients:

Fresh guava leaves

Water

Instructions:

Boil a handful of guava leaves in two cups of water for about 15-20 minutes.

Let the mixture cool and strain the leaves.

Store the liquid in a bottle in the refrigerator.

Use it as a toner after cleansing your face.

Guava Leaf Paste

Ingredients:

Fresh guava leaves

A few drops of water

Instructions:

Grind a handful of guava leaves with a little water to form a paste.

Apply the paste to your face, focusing on areas with dark spots or acne.

Leave it on for 15-20 minutes before rinsing with lukewarm water.

Guava Leaf Face Wash

Ingredients:

Guava leaf infusion (from the toner recipe)

Gentle cleanser

Instructions:

Mix equal parts guava leaf infusion and your favorite gentle cleanser.

Use this mixture to wash your face daily for added benefits.

Safety and Precautions

While guava leaves are generally safe for topical use, it’s always wise to conduct a patch test before applying any new ingredient to your skin. If you experience any irritation or allergic reactions, discontinue use immediately.

Conclusion

Guava leaves are a natural and effective solution for various skin concerns. Their rich nutritional profile, combined with their potent antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory properties, makes them a valuable addition to any skincare routine. Whether you're looking to treat acne, reduce dark spots, or combat signs of aging, guava leaves offer a holistic approach to skincare. By incorporating guava leaves into your daily regimen, you can harness the power of nature for healthier, glowing skin.

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The Incredible Benefits of Guava Leaves for Skin Care

In recent years, the world has turned its attention toward natural remedies, and one such treasure trove of benefits comes from guava leaves. While guava fruit is often celebrated for its nutritional value, the leaves hold a plethora of skincare benefits that can elevate your beauty routine. In this blog, we’ll explore the remarkable benefits of guava leaves for skin care, why you should consider incorporating them into your regimen, and how to use them effectively.

Nutrient-Rich Composition

Guava leaves are packed with vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants that contribute significantly to skin health. They contain vitamins A, C, and E, which are essential for maintaining skin elasticity and preventing premature aging. Additionally, guava leaves boast high levels of flavonoids and tannins, which have anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties. This unique composition makes guava leaves a powerhouse for skin care.

Anti-Aging Properties

One of the standout benefits of guava leaves is their anti-aging effect. The antioxidants present in these leaves help combat free radicals, which are responsible for skin damage and aging. Regular application of guava leaf extract can reduce fine lines and wrinkles, promoting a youthful appearance. The vitamins in guava leaves also help in the production of collagen, which is crucial for maintaining skin firmness.

Treating Acne and Blemishes

If you're struggling with acne, guava leaves can be a game changer. Their antimicrobial properties help to eliminate bacteria that cause acne, while their anti-inflammatory effects reduce redness and swelling. To harness these benefits, you can create a simple guava leaf paste by boiling the leaves and grinding them into a paste. Applying this to affected areas can help soothe your skin and diminish acne over time.

Soothing Sunburns

The summer sun can take a toll on your skin, leading to painful sunburns. Guava leaves can provide relief from these effects. They possess cooling properties that soothe irritated skin and reduce inflammation. By making a guava leaf infusion and applying it to sunburned areas, you can alleviate discomfort and promote faster healing.

Promoting Even Skin Tone

Dark spots and uneven skin tone can be a source of frustration for many. Guava leaves can help lighten these spots due to their natural astringent properties, which tighten the skin and reduce excess oil production. The antioxidants also assist in fading pigmentation over time, leading to a more even complexion. For best results, consider using guava leaf extract in your daily skincare routine.

Natural Exfoliation

Exfoliation is crucial for maintaining healthy skin, and guava leaves can serve as a gentle exfoliant. They contain enzymes that help slough off dead skin cells without being harsh on the skin. Regular exfoliation with guava leaf paste can reveal fresher, more radiant skin underneath. Incorporating this into your routine once a week can make a noticeable difference.

Hydration and Moisture Retention

Another of the many benefits of guava leaves is their ability to hydrate the skin. They contain compounds that help lock in moisture, preventing dryness and maintaining a healthy glow. For those with dry skin, using guava leaf-infused water as a toner can enhance hydration levels and keep your skin plump and youthful.

How to Use Guava Leaves for Skin Care

Now that you’re aware of the impressive benefits of guava leaves, here’s how you can easily incorporate them into your skincare routine:

1. Guava Leaf Tea

Brew guava leaves in boiling water to create a tea. Allow it to cool, then use it as a toner to refresh and hydrate your skin.

2. Guava Leaf Paste

Boil a handful of guava leaves in water, then blend them into a paste. Apply this paste to your face or areas affected by acne, leave it on for 20 minutes, and rinse off with lukewarm water.

3. Guava Leaf Infusion

Infuse guava leaves in oil (like coconut or olive oil) for a few weeks. Strain the oil and use it as a moisturizer to nourish and hydrate your skin.

4. Guava Leaf Scrub

Mix ground guava leaves with sugar or oatmeal to create a natural exfoliating scrub. Use this once a week to keep your skin smooth and radiant.

Conclusion

The benefits of guava leaves for skin care are vast and varied. From anti-aging effects to treating acne, soothing sunburns, and promoting even skin tone, guava leaves deserve a place in your beauty arsenal. With their natural properties and nutrient-rich composition, guava leaves offer a holistic approach to skincare that is both effective and gentle on the skin. So, why not give guava leaves a try and unlock their potential for achieving radiant, healthy skin?

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Live-in Boyfriend! Dabi/Touya who is highly curious about your self-care routine. The creams, the scrubs, the tools, the processes, and all the smells that permeate the house when you’re having yourself a spa day in your shared space. He watches as you scrub your body in the shower with this paste. What did you call it? “Unicorn dreams”? It was rainbow colored and smelled like mangos and guava. He liked it. He liked when you used it and he cuddled up to you in bed that night he could smell it on your skin and it made him feel like he was in paradise. He’d pull you closer and bury his face in your neck and inhale deeply, it always made him feel good. He would watch when you brought out that awful looking metal thing you used to get rid of any zits you’d have and look on in awe/disgust of the stuff that came out of your face. He watched as you washed your face with this herby smelling green goo and then roll this pink stone (he thinks it might be rose quartz? He remembers you saying it was rose quartz) thing over your face and how it seemed to soothe your previously swollen skin. He would join you in your “bath nights” You and him would shower, clean the tub, and fill it up with hot ass water, sprinkle some stuff in it that makes it smell like lavender and lemon, and he’d sit with you in the tub and was fascinated by the fizzy thing moving on top of the water leaving rainbows and glitter in its wake. He’d watch you do all this, interested by all of it but unless it was the bath, never participated in it. Why should he? His skin was, uh less than perfect he would say. He wasn’t worried about a zit when his face was 70% burned. He liked the shampoo you used but didn’t think it mattered about what he used, as long as it washed out some of the ash in his hair, he wasn’t worried about it. He didn’t think self-care was for someone like him, someone who didn’t care about themselves. But you noticed every time he watched you exfoliate, lotion, cleanse, shampoo, and wash yourself with all your products. He looked like he wanted to join. You knew he didn’t know who to ask for the things he wanted. So, you have him join you. On one of your spa nights you call for him from you guys bathroom. He walks in the bathroom to see two fluffy head bands with a huge bow on them. “This one’s for you, and this is mine!” He looks confused but lets you put on the Hello Kitty head band anyway. You wash his face, teach him how to apply a mask, watch and advise him as he exfoliates his face and you give him his own rose quartz face roller that he’s definitely obsessed with once he uses it. After a long and relaxing shower, you and him put on some eye masks while you drink some fruity water and watch some Twitch streams. Dabi feels, good. He feels clean, he feels taken care of. He’s happy, he smells like mangos and guavas, his skin feels soft and jiggly like a pudding. He likes self-care and he’s happy that you’re the only who showed him that he’s worth it.

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SoCal to NorCal - Chapter 1: Malibu

Series Masterlist Series Pairing: husband!Joel Miller x f!Reader x boyfriend!Frankie Morales Series Summary: Joel is your rock, and Frankie is your ocean. So what happens when you bring the three of you together?

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you and Frankie roadtrip up from Southern California to Northern California so he can meet Joel. A polyamory fic. This series exists in the Triple Frontier universe and is a Joel Miller AU/Triple Frontier AU. Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI

Chapter 1: Malibu

Chapter Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Chapter Summary: You & Frankie visit your friend Santi at his Malibu mansion to kick off your roadtrip north, and you let desires guide the night.

Word Count: 6.9k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI

Chapter Warnings/Tags: polyamory, threesome, multiple partners, MMF dynamics, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), DVP, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, cum kink, spitting, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, gratuitous descriptions of male and female anatomy, heavy use of Spanish pet names/nicknames, Santi being a menace is his own warning, Frankie the PEK, Frankie has a big dick and so does Santi, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Reader is able-bodied, has breasts, and has hair that can be pulled, otherwise no description of Reader's skin color, size, body shape, hair color, eye color, or ethnicity, no use of y/n. Everyone is testing negative for STDs and Reader is on birth control. a/n: This is my very first series fic! I plan to have 3 chapters including this one. This one was meant to be a fun spicy little intro into the fic, but of course Santi being an absolute menace meant that this is absolute smutty filth and I'm sorry (not sorry). MASSIVE thank you to my sweet @for-a-longlongtime, who not only gave me the iconic Santiago line "guava goes better with pussy and mezcal," but beta read for me, bounced ideas around, and encouraged me when I wasn't sure that I could do this. Without her help, this fic wouldn't be in existence! Dividers by the amazing @saradika-graphics, thank you! (Please note that the chapter graphic is NOT meant to be accurate to Reader — vibes only!)

If you enjoy my writing, please leave a comment, feedback or reblog! It would mean the world to me. Thank you!

“I think that should be everything,” you murmur, closing the back of the forest green Jeep. You card a hand through your hair while going over a mental pack list for the third time this afternoon. Behind you, you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder and warm, strong hands envelop your waist.

“You ready to ride then, sweetness?” asks your boyfriend, Frankie. You smile and lean back into his embrace. “Yeah, I’m really looking forward to this trip,” you say, turning to plant a kiss to his aquiline nose, and then another to his plush lips. You both hop into the car; Frankie navigates towards the coast, while small butterflies dance in the pit of your stomach as you think about how the two of you got here.

You and Frankie Morales met six months ago at the Santa Monica airport. In a bid to encourage team bonding, upper management at your job booked a helicopter tour of the Los Angeles skyline. Frankie was the pilot for your chopper. He charmed your group with his charismatic yet humble demeanor and fun factoids about LA, especially you – your coworkers insisted that he kept staring at you when you weren’t looking. But Frankie ultimately beat you to the punch and asked you out for drinks the following night. You accepted, and the rest is history. The attraction was palpable from the get-go, and Frankie’s go-with-the-flow attitude complimented your fiery personality to a T. You adored how detail-oriented he was in all aspects of his life – memorizing your favorite teas, asking about how your projects were going, knowing exactly how to make you see stars in bed with his fingers, his cock, and especially his tongue. You couldn’t deny that Frankie was the perfect addition to your life, and you to his.

Through those first few weeks, you both divulged the more challenging bits of your lives. Frankie told you about his daughter, Isabella, and how his struggle with cocaine almost ruined his life. His relationship with his ex-wife was strained because of it, but they co-parented well - it was their main goal to ensure that Isabella was never put in the middle of their struggles, that she always felt supported and loved by both of her parents. Frankie had lost his pilot’s license after he failed a random drug test, and he took that as a sign to do the work to fix what was broken. He was now two years sober, and back to flying.

You, in turn, revealed to Frankie that he wasn’t the only man in your life. For the last decade, you’ve been with Joel Miller, your husband of seven years. Joel was the steady compass of your soul, the man whose roots intertwined deeply with those of your heart. You’d loved Joel almost your entire life, having grown up in the same neighborhood, although your crush on him was secretive during your childhood. He was your older brother’s best friend from college, a transplant from Texas whose parents moved to the Bay Area when he was a teenager. You ran into him after getting your master’s degree and moving back to the suburbs of San Francisco, and something sparked between the two of you. Since then, you’d been inseparable. When your work requested that you spend a year going between NorCal and SoCal to establish the new Los Angeles area office, you knew it would be a challenge for your relationship. As it turns out, it was only really a challenge for one reason — your sex drive was incredibly high, and sometimes you were apart from Joel for weeks at a time. Phone and video sex worked as well as it could, but it couldn’t beat the real thing. One night, after a particularly frustrating video sex session — all of your toys ran out of juice and you’d left your charger at home, among other things — Joel surprised you by suggesting that you didn’t need to stay monogamous. 

“Are you sure, Joel?” you asked incredulously. “You’ve never been one to particularly like sharing.”

Joel huffed a laugh. “Yes, darlin’,” he replied. “Lord knows the new office ended up bein’ more work than either of us thought it’d be. I know how much ‘gettin’ yours’ can be de-stressin’ for ya, and I don’t wanna be the reason you can’t seek it. It’s not like you’d be askin’ someone to move in with us. If it helps you, it makes me happy. And it sure would give my phone battery and hands some relief.” He chuckled as you scoffed in mock indignation. “You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t want to about whoever you get involved with. As long as you’re stayin’ safe and they’re treatin’ you as well as I do, then I’m okay with it.”

You sighed in consideration. “Let me think about it some more,” you said, picking at your rental’s bedspread. “It’s not something I’m going to take lightly.”

And then two weeks later, you met Frankie. Frankie was surprisingly relaxed when you told him about Joel, albeit surprised. He’d hesitated to continue things until you got on the phone with Joel and had him tell Frankie himself. After all, you’d checked with Joel within a few days of meeting Frankie just to make sure Joel was still okay with you being with another man.

You made sure to tell Joel when you’d be seeing Frankie, and Frankie didn’t contact you when you were back home with Joel. It wasn’t that either man wanted to pretend the other didn’t exist; rather, they each wanted to respect the other man’s time with you. Frankie wasn’t seeking marriage or starting a family; he wanted to continue using his time and energy on Isabella and getting his career back on track. And Joel was confident in and comfortable with your  marriage in a way that didn’t allow for unseemly jealousy to crop up. 

Gradually you told each of them bits about the other one, until one day Joel suggested that the two of them meet. You were game, but wanted to run it by Frankie first.

“He wants to meet me?” Frankie asked, wringing his hands a bit and looking mildly surprised. The two of you had just finished dinner at one of your favorite taco trucks in LA, and you licked the tips of your fingers as you finished your last al pastor taco, the warm, savory spices dancing on your tongue. Frankie took a sip from his Mexican Coke, his plush lips wrapping around the cool aqua glass of the bottle.

You nod your head in affirmation. “Just for a couple of days. We could make a vacation out of it. Joel suggested maybe we road trip up the coast.”

Frankie looked pensive. You don’t blame him, especially when the two men had made a concerted effort to keep their relationships with you separate. “You’re sure you want to do this?” Frankie asked, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You studied those dark chocolate irises, so similar to Joel’s. 

“Yes, Francisco,” you confirmed, reaching out across the plastic picnic table to touch his hand. The sounds of the city wrapped around you as the two of you gazed at each other. “Joel has my heart, but so do you. And I want both parts of my heart, my favorites, to be with me at the same time for once.”

“Ok, mi amor, let’s go then,” Frankie said resolutely, bringing up your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

Your thoughts bring you back to the present, with Frankie’s one-hand grip on the steering wheel and the warm coastal sun beaming through the windshield. The windows are down, allowing the salty sea air to filter through the Jeep. He flips on his turn signal and begins driving through a particularly posh part of Malibu. Giant mansions dwarf the street, pristine lawns and modern, open-glass architecture rolling by as you continue on. You let out a low whistle.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell does Santi do again to afford this?” you ask Frankie, eyes flicking to and from each house you pass by.

“Nothing,” Frankie chuckles. “When we got the money from that final mission that Santi and I went on, he invested the entirety of his share into the stock market. Well, almost everything.” He snorts at the champagne Range Rover in Santi’s driveway as the two of you pull up. Frankie, on the other hand, put the majority of his earnings into a trust fund for Isabella. The rest he used to set himself up comfortably but modestly. “Santi still does some consultant work for private security firms, but he just keeps reinvesting the money and using it to buy property and fund charity work,” Frankie explains.

“Can’t say I blame him, it’s a pretty solid strategy,” you respond, taking in the splendor of Santi’s Malibu abode as Frankie parks his Jeep. The three-story home is minimalist and modern on the exterior, with a combination of cool beige stone and warm wood paneling. No other houses are on either side of the building, so the property is ulta-private, and even has its own beach. As the two of you unpack your bags from the car, you hear a wolf whistle shriek from somewhere around the corner. Jumping slightly, you turn and then smile as Santiago Garcia strolls barefoot out of the house, his pale linen slacks and caramel vintage ribbed polo shirt fluttering lightly against his muscular frame in the sea breeze. 

“Hey pendejo, you finally made it!” Santi yells to Frankie, then turns to you with a “hi, hermosa,” and a kiss to your cheek. You wrap your arms around Santi’s torso, inhaling his sandalwood and cinnamon scent and giggling a hello. Frankie walks up, bags in hand, and tries to ruffle Santi’s perfectly coiffed curls. Santi dodges him and then goes in for a bear hug; Frankie smiles broadly as they rock side to side before clapping each other on the back.

“Good to see you, hermano, and thanks for letting us stay with you,” Frankie says warmly as he picks up your luggage and the three of you head towards the house.

“Not a problem, I’m in town for a consulting gig and figured it’d been awhile since we’d gotten together,” Santi responds ahead of you. You and Frankie follow him into the open-concept common area, admiring the sleek countertops, stainless steel fixtures, and plush yet subdued furniture. Light neutrals rule the color palette, with plenty of floor-to-ceiling windows to allow natural light in. You run your hand over the back of a velvet lounger, indulging in the texture against your fingertips. Frankie goes to the bedroom to drop off your luggage, while Santi starts pulling things out in the kitchen for dinner prep. Continuing towards the back of the house, you push open the sliding glass doors, letting fresh air in while you admire the view from the balcony. Below, the azure waves caress the sand gently, and the sound of the ocean encourages you to release all the stress from the last workweek. 

The boys get going on dinner as you slip on a silky emerald green dress - opting to go braless and barefoot - and dab on some rosy lip stain. The dress drapes lushly over your body, making it both comfortable and beautiful. After spritzing on some of your favorite perfume and putting on thin gold hoop earrings, you emerge from the guest bedroom you and Frankie are sharing for the weekend. Santi looks up and hums in approval.

“Damn, bebita, you look delicious,” he purrs as he finishes seasoning the steaks. “Do you always dress up for dinner with this chump or did you get pretty just for me? It’s okay, you can tell the truth.”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and chuckle as you squeeze his bicep in passing. “Santi, don’t flatter yourself,” you retort, “I did it for myself. I don’t need to dress up for him to want to devour me.” You cross the kitchen to Frankie, who’s working on the caprese salad. Frankie huffs a laugh and puts down the kitchen knife, wiping his hands on a towel before to circling his hands around your waist. You lean into him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“That’s right,” he shoots back to Santi without looking over, “she doesn’t need extra dressing up; she’s stunning enough as she is.” He kisses your forehead softly as you gaze up at him lovingly.

“You’re right.” Santi lets his gaze scan over you approvingly. “She probably looks even better with nothing on.”

“Santiago!” you laugh. “You’re such an insufferable flirt.” You walk back over to the opposite side of the kitchen island from him, fixing him with a smoldering smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know, hmm?” Santi has always been relentlessly flirtatious with every attractive woman he meets, including you. Frankie’s never bothered by his antics, but you see his eyes flick towards the two of you, anticipating his response.

“Don’t tease me with promises you won’t keep, sweetheart,” Santi warns you, voice like rich caramel, sweet and smooth. You hold each other’s gazes for a moment before you break away, laughing softly and successfully ruffling his hair like Frankie wanted to earlier. That distracts Santi from the moment, as he huffs and runs his fingers through his curls to fix them.

A few hours later, the three of you are relaxing on the balcony by the fire pit after dinner, drinking mezcal margaritas and catching up on life. You sit with your legs across the cream  patio sofa, your back against Frankie’s side like you often do with him. His arm is draped possessively across your torso while his thumb rubs absentmindedly back and forth across your shoulder. Santi goes inside to fetch the mezcal bottle from the kitchen, having switched to just the liquor, and you stand from the couch to observe the beach at the balcony’s railing. The darkness of night has settled over the landscape, lending deep navies and turquoise hues to the water, and everything feels more hushed. 

As you inhale the coastal breeze, you feel Frankie’s warm body press into you from behind, and then his soft lips pressing a trail of kisses over your shoulder and neck. You hum happily, smelling his rosemary cedar soap on his skin, and press yourself further into him, lightly grinding against his hips. Frankie lets out a quiet groan and presses right back into you, letting you feel his hardening length against your ass. He begins to cup your breasts through the silken fabric of your dress, easily pebbling your nipples with no bra between his fingers and your tits. The heat of arousal starts to pool low in your belly as Frankie slides his hands down to your hips, grinding on you until he’s fully hard beneath his pants. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, and turn to the side to catch his lips, biting on his lower one and eliciting a louder groan from him. 

“Sweetness, I need you so badly,” Frankie whispers into your ear. When you quietly moan in response, you can feel Frankie’s hands slip down the silk over your ass and hear him shuffle behind you. Spinning around and opening your eyes, you see him on his knees, hat next to him on the floor, starting to ruck up your dress. 

“Frankie,” you hiss, grabbing his hands, desperate for more but concerned. “What if Santi sees?” 

“What if I want to watch?” you hear suddenly over Frankie’s shoulder, and you gasp when you look behind him and realize Santi is leaning against the open balcony door, sipping mezcal straight from the bottle. A fire ripples from the base of your spine upwards, and your gaze drops to Frankie, whose eyes have gone nearly black with desire but remain on you. Your lips pop open slightly, and you freeze.

“Well, querida, answer the man,” Frankie rasps. “Either you let him watch or make him go back inside, but either way, I’m eating this sweet pussy.” His hands slowly drag up your legs until he’s cupping your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, which rips a moan from your throat. As Frankie’s lips trail up and down your legs, you look back up at Santi, trying to read his expression. Gone is the molten chocolate of his irises; instead, you see glimmering adamant, dark and deep like the desire painted over every line of his face. But that heated gaze is still respectful – you know Santi would never cross your boundaries. If you truly didn’t want him to watch, he’d go inside the house, no questions asked. 

It’s for that exact reason that your desire thrums through you like a bass line, and you bite your lip. “Frankie, I need your mouth on me right now. I think Santi needs to see how hard you make me come.”

Frankie responds with a groan, while Santi lets out a deep purring sound. He moves to the couch, sitting with his legs spread, and takes another swig of mezcal as he takes in the sight before him. Frankie immediately yanks your soft lace panties down your thighs, and growls at the gossamer-thin string of arousal that connects your weeping center with your underwear.

“Fuuuuck, querida, you’re fucking soaked,” Frankie moans, inhaling the intoxicating scent near your glossy slit. You step out of your panties, and he grabs them, tossing them to Santi. The man on the couch catches them with one hand, bringing them immediately to his nose and sniffing deeply. 

“Goddamn,” Santi grits out, “she smells so fucking good, hermano.” He brings the gusset of the lace garment to his mouth, gingerly licking the slick off, groaning at the taste. You gasp at the sight, a wave of wetness trickling down your channel. “Tastes amazing too,” he adds, leaning back into the couch cushions and stuffing your panties into his pocket.

Frankie pushes your dress up to your waist and moves your left thigh to rest on his shoulder, spreading you open. He splays your lips open with his thumbs, staring at your pussy glistening in the fire’s light, on display for both him and Santi. He licks a steady strip from the bottom to the top, swirling around your clit at the end. You moan loudly, leaning back against the railing for support.

“Oh bebita, listen to those sweet sounds you’re making for Frankie,” Santi croons from the couch. “He must be making that pussy feel so good.”

“Yes, Santi,” you gasp, swallowing thickly as your eyes close in pleasure. “He’s so fucking good with his tongue.” You hear Santi rumble deep in his chest in response.

Frankie begins licking, sucking, and tapping on your clit exactly like he knows you like it, gripping your cheeks with both hands and massaging them. You writhe against his face, rocketing faster towards your impending orgasm. When you look up, you see Santi palming his cock through his pants, the bulge straining against the linen. Your cunt clenches at the image before you. Frankie can tell you’re close, so he slips two of his fingers into his mouth momentarily to slick them up and then plunges them into your warm cunt. You throw your head back, nearly screaming in ecstasy. Your grip tightens on the railing.

“I know you’re close, querida,” Frankie growls. “Let Santi see how pretty you look when you come.” Frankie then hooks his fingers just right inside of you and hits that soft spot that sends you into orbit, squealing. You feel everything tighten and then release, your orgasm rippling through your core and into your extremities. Frankie and Santi both moan at the sights and sounds of you reaching your peak, Frankie lapping up every drop of release from you.

“Good fucking girl, mamacita,” Santi says, getting up from the couch and stalking towards the both of you. Frankie gets off of his knees, easing your leg off his shoulder while wiping a hand across his drenched mouth. He knows exactly what Santi wants, so he moves back a couple of steps. You almost stumble, legs like jelly, and Santi catches your waist.

He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, and his assessing gaze breaks through the post-orgasm haze you’re in. “I really want to taste that perfect cunt, baby,” Santi whispers. “Can I do that for you?” You look at him, hesitating for a moment only because this is a line you’ve not crossed with Santi before. You nod clearly at him. Santi shakes his head. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Santi,” you breathe. “Please put your mouth on me.” Santi groans in anticipation and starts walking backwards, pulling you with him. When you look at him in slight confusion, a sheepish smile passes briefly over his lips.

“Bad knees,” he reminds you, and you laugh. “Kneeling on concrete would kill me.” He tilts his chin to Frankie. “Fish, open the door to the bedroom. I’m gonna lay her down. And bring the bottle.” Frankie obliges, sliding open the other glass door to the expansive bedroom and grabbing the mezcal bottle.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You sigh a yes, and Santi kisses you softly at first, then deeper. He tastes like cinnamon, tropical fruits, and smoky liquor. Moaning quietly, you start to lose yourself in his kiss as he moves the both of you backwards into the bedroom. 

The California king size bed is draped in soft taupes and creams, the bedding a gauzy cotton that feels incredible on your skin as Santi gently lays you on it. He pulls your dress up your body, and you arch your back to help him remove it over your head. As your bare body is exposed to him, glowing in the low light, he sucks in a breath. Frankie places the mezcal bottle on the bedside table, then strips out of everything except his black boxer briefs, his length fully hard against his left thigh, and sits down on a sleek chaise lounger in the corner, watching you and Santi.

Santi strips off his shirt and then climbs onto the bed over you, slowly sliding his hands over your soft skin as he goes. You shift on the bed at his touch, back arching a bit and thighs rubbing together. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he reaches your head, forearms bracketing either side of your face. His body is so close to yours yet not touching.

Moaning, you tangle your fingers in his salt and pepper curls and pull briefly. Santi bites your lower lip in response with a small growl. Sitting up, he grabs the mezcal off the bedside table.

“Open,” he commands, taking a swig from the glass bottle. You obey, and Santi leans over your open mouth and fucking spits the mezcal into it. You swallow, moaning at the taste, the alcohol and him. He kisses you roughly, licking into your mouth, and you whimper, your legs dropping open of their own accord.

Santi notices and chuckles darkly. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” he purrs. “Dirty girl.” He kisses and nips along your ear and neck, across your collarbone, and down your chest. Reaching your nipples, he swirls his tongue around and then gently nips each of them. You feel slick pooling at your entrance, starting to drip down your inner thighs. Santi traces his tongue down your belly and to the curls above your pussy, inhaling deeply. He pushes your thighs open further and groans at the sight.

“Goddamn, you’re drenched,” he grits out, shuffling down to put his face at your center. You glance over at Frankie in the corner, and notice he has his cock out, slowly stroking the length. You whimper at the sight and Frankie licks his lips. You feel a sudden pinch at your inner thigh and whip your head back to the man between your legs.

“Eyes on me, hermosa,” Santi orders. “I want you to look right at me when I eat this pretty pussy.” And with that, he dives in.

Santi is a messier lover than Frankie, who usually eats you out with absolute precision, priding himself with knowing exactly how to make you come as fast as possible, and repeat the process until you’re crying out from overstimulation. Santi, however, is licking at you like he wants to drown himself in your cunt. His tongue is everywhere, licking broad stripes across your slit, sucking on your lips and clit, biting at your thighs, shoving his tongue deep into your channel. 

“So fucking sweet,” Santi pants out in a daze, separating his mouth from your sopping cunt for just a moment, and then goes back in for more. You mewl and grip the bed sheets as he continues to ravage you.

Your moans of pleasure stir something in Frankie, who gets up from his seat and walks over to the bed, his need to touch you nearly insatiable.

“Frankie,” you whine as you see him, your eyes hazy with lust, reaching out to him. 

“I’m right here, querida,” he reassures you, then gets onto the bed, placing himself behind you. You scooch up the bed so that you’re sitting in between his spread legs, your back to his bare chest. You can feel his hard length against you, silken and hot, his precum smearing slick against your skin. Frankie kisses your forehead, then leans forward and grabs your legs behind the knees, pulling back and spreading you impossibly wider for Santi. The man between your thighs groans, slipping two fingers into you, making your back arch even more.

“Does our little slut like to be spread out? Do you like Frankie holding your legs open for me, bebita?” Santi growls, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You cry out at his words, throwing your head back against Frankie’s shoulder. One of your hands grabs Frankie’s thigh, and the other one grips Santi’s hair once again.

“Yes,” you respond, pushing his head back towards your dripping slit. “Lick my pussy like you mean it, Santi.” He groans deep in his chest and dives back in, and you feel Frankie bite the junction between your neck and shoulder in arousal. Santi continues pumping his fingers into you as he sucks your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it in tiny circles. You feel your orgasm begin to rise in your lower belly, intensifying with each thrust and lick. Santi feels your slick walls bear down on his fingers.

“That’s it, honey, I know you want to come for me,” Santi says.

“Give it to us,” Frankie whispers in your ear. “Come for me and Santi.”

Frankie’s command is all it takes to snap the tether in your core, shattering you into pieces as the pleasure courses hot through your body. You scream their names as your pussy gushes wave after wave of slick, running down your thighs and Santi’s fingers, into his waiting mouth, licking and slurping obscenely, his fingers continuing to press into your g-spot to prolong your high.

“God, I need to be inside you right fucking now,” Santi grits out, pussydrunk. He stands up and hurriedly shoves his pants and boxers down his legs, his thick cock springing free and bobbing slightly. You feel your mouth water; his dick is just as gorgeous as Frankie’s. 

Santi meets your eyes once again. “Do you want me to fuck you while Frankie holds you open, sweetheart?” Santi asks you. You pause, your pleasure-addled mind narrowing in on one idea – having them both.

“I want you both,” you moan. Santi’s eyes widen a bit and then dart to Frankie. They share a smirk and then Frankie turns to you in his lap.

“Querida, how do you want us?” Frankie inquires. “One at a time or at the same time?”

“At the same time,” you whimper. “I want you both in my pussy.”

Santi and Frankie groan in unison. Santi smiles wickedly, looking at Frankie. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, eh?”

“Just like we used to,” Frankie chuckles darkly, and your fuzzy mind tucks away their exchange for later. “We have to get her ready, then.” He slowly releases your knees and turns to you, kissing the side of your face and lightly nibbling your ear. He grabs your chin gently with his fingers, turning your head sideways to meet his eyes. “We’re going to work you open first, okay, baby?” he intones softly. You nod your head yes. Santi and Frankie’s eyes meet, and Santi opens the bedside table drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube and tossing it to Frankie. 

He catches it, reading the label. “Guava?” Frankie asks quizzically. “What happened to the mango-pineapple one?”

Santi shrugs. “I still have it,” he explains, “but guava goes better with pussy and mezcal.” You huff a laugh and Frankie smiles, kissing your forehead again and sweeping your hair out of your face.

“Guess we have an edible lube connoisseur here,” jokes Frankie, opening the cap and pouring some of the slick liquid onto his thick digits. 

The sweet, juicy fruit scent wafts through the air, and Santi grabs the bottle from him, doing the same while shaking his head incredulously.“It’s not my fault that you have no sense of refinement,” he retorts. Frankie just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

“Are you ready, sweetness?” Frankie murmurs. You nod your head and breathe out a “yes, baby”. Frankie reaches in front of himself and slips his two lubed fingers into you, and you whimper softly. Santi follows suit, slipping two of his fingers into you next, kneeling between your legs. You feel stretched full but so turned on. They allow you a few moments to adjust, and when you nod your head, they begin swirling their fingers in opposite directions. A moan rips from your throat and you grab at the bedsheets. They continue swirling and pressing their fingers in and out, and the sight of your pussy filled with their fingers gets the both of them rock hard.

The cloud of euphoria in your head is all-consuming as they continue, your arousal reaching an almost painful peak. Suddenly you grab their wrists and both men stop immediately, concern crossing their faces. “Are you okay, bebita?” Frankie asks, his brows furrowing. 

You nod your head rapidly, and then bleat out, “I need you both inside me right now.” Santi and Frankie grin at your fucked out expression, looking at each other conspiratorially.

“Well, you heard the lady, Pope,” Frankie says. “Let’s give her what she wants.” He shifts you forward as he moves to the side, pulling his underwear all the way off. He lays on his back on the bed, his hard cock against his stomach dripping pre-cum. “I want you to ride me, hermosa, and then Santi is going to enter you from behind as you lean forward,” Frankie explains.

You nod your head in understanding and straddle his thighs, facing him. Frankie hands you the lube bottle. You dribble a stream onto his waiting thickness, and he hisses as the cool liquid hits his hot velvet skin. Grabbing his slick length, you shuffle forward and guide him into your channel, whining when he bottoms out easily. Frankie reaches up and grips your hips, guiding you to ride him.

After a minute, he looks over your shoulder at Santi, who is slowly stroking his dick. “I think she’s ready, Fish,” Santi says, and Frankie nods once. Santi gets on the bed, coming to his knees behind you and grabbing your hips. Frankie slides his hands to your back, gently pulling you towards him until you’re leaning forward, laying chest to chest, your pussy on full display for Santi, stuffed with Frankie’s cock. You hear Santi groan behind you at the sight.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, bebita,” Santi admits as he slicks up his hardness with the lube. “Been thinking about being inside this pussy for months.”

“Well, now’s your chance,” you tease, looking back at him. “Better hurry before the offer expires.” Santi smirks at you as he places his hands on your hips.

The moment you feel the head of Santi’s cock slide into your pussy, you gasp as the sting of the stretch hits you. You hear Santi behind you grit out a quiet “fuck”. Slowly he continues sinking into your hot, wet heat. Reaching forward, he circles your throbbing clit softly, making you whine but relax, allowing him to slip deeper into you, inch by inch. Your pussy twitches and both Santi and Frankie choke on moans. 

When he fills you as far as you can take both of them, the three of you hold still. As the seconds pass, the sting gives way as you adjust to being this full. The result is rolling waves of lightning sparking through your veins with each minute movement inside of you. You let out a high-pitched whine as a knot of white-hot pleasure tightens in your core.

“Mierda, bebita,” Frankie moaned, “are you gonna come just from both of us being in you?”

“God, she feels so fucking good,” Santi murmurs, almost to himself. Both of them are gripping you tightly as you continue to whimper and whine, your high quickly building. Your breathing intensifies, and you start to shake. 

It’s so much, being so full of them physically, and the thought of them both in you - two of the most attractive, sexy men you know - is nearly making you lose your mind. But you don’t want to come before your boys have even gotten to move. It almost feels like a weakness, being this fucked out for them.

“It’s ok, sweetness, let go,” says Frankie softly, realizing you’re holding off for them. He presses a kiss to your neck and it’s your undoing. 

The brush of his lips against that sensitive spot right under your ear pushes you off the edge and you wail, your pleasure cresting as you jerk under their firm grips. They moan loudly, your pleasure stoking theirs. The three of you catch your breaths as you come down from your high.

Frankie looks up at you, eyes pitch black, swimming with devotion for you. Santi strokes your hips gently, his strong hands shaking slightly.

“How are you feeling?” Frankie asks you sweetly, rubbing his hands across your back, his thighs clenching from holding back. 

You take a shaky breath. “So fucking full,” you respond, and then giggle softly at your obvious observation. The boys laugh too, and then moan slightly as your bodies shift. Santi squeezes your hips and asks, “Are you ready for us to move, hermosa?” Your head is swimming in endorphins as you whimper out, “Yes, Santi. I need both of you to fuck me now.”

With that, the two men lock eyes and nod, beginning an apparently practiced dance of their cocks. As Frankie slides himself out, Santi pushes in, and then they reverse roles. You cry out in ecstasy. It’s so much more than you could have ever imagined.

Frankie and Santi start off with slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually stretching you around their lengths. When Frankie hits a particularly sweet spot, you moan fervently and more slick coats them, making them both moan back in response. The friction between their cocks and your walls is delicious.

“Fuck, bebita, you look incredible taking the both of us,” Santi says, gripping your hips harder, a sheen of sweat glimmering across his body. 

Frankie hums in agreement. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises. You preen at their words, arching your back to change the angle. Santi whimpers and kisses along your spine, worshiping your body. The room is thick with the smell of sex, guava, and mezcal, the squelching sounds of your pussy weaving between all three of your moans and cries of pleasure.

The boys begin to speed up the wetter you get, starting to fuck into you with vigor. You feel like your whole body is vibrating. Leaning down to kiss Frankie changes the angle once again, and Santi lets out yet another whimper as you slide your tongue along Frankie’s.

“Fuck, baby, just like that, that’s perfect,” he gasps, getting even harder inside of you. He starts to rub your clit in tight circles, making you yelp. “I want you to come one more time for us before we fill you up,” he continues. “Gonna make your pussy milk our cocks. C’mon, honey, you’ve got one more in you, I can feel it.”

“I don’t know,” you whimper. “I - it’s so much…”

Frankie lets out a growl. “Oh, querida, I know you can come for us one more time,” he says. “Just think about how full of cock you are right now.”

He’s right. The psychological thrill of having both men inside of you is the push you need. You start to shake again, everything tensing up. Both men moan as your channel pulls tight.

Santi leans down to your ear, still thumbing your clit. “Fucking come for us. That’s an order.”

You scream so loudly when your fourth orgasm hits you, that you’re grateful that Santi has no neighbors - because they definitely would have called the cops by now. Tears leak down your face from the intensity, and Santi whimpers loudly as he thrusts in and comes deep in you, his hot seed coating your walls. The tightness of your pussy and Santi shoving deep end up pushing Frankie’s cock out, but he couldn’t care less. 

When Santi’s strokes slow and then stop, indicating he’s finished, Frankie pushes him off of you, and roughly flips you over onto your back. He shoves your legs apart, and pushes his dick harshly into you. Boneless, you lay there, moaning and taking it, unable to say anything coherent except for Frankie’s name. Your boyfriend presses your legs even further towards your shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he fucks into you hard and fast, Santi’s cum forced out of you with every snap of Frankie’s hips.

“God, you look like such a goddess right now,” Frankie babbles, nearly snarling, “so full of cum. You like that? You want me to fill you up good? You’re gonna be leaking our cum for days, querida.”

“Yes, Frankie, yes,” you moan, “please fill me up. I love your cum in me. I wanna be so full of both of you.”

With a shout, Frankie bares his teeth and comes, getting as deep as possible and filling up your cunt just like he promised. You feel his cum thick and hot in you, triggering another moan. 

Frankie drops your knees back down to the bed, nearly collapsing down against your chest while the two of you pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. Looking over, you spot Santi sitting up at the corner of the bed, looking disheveled but utterly sated, his now-soft cock still shiny with lube and your combined releases. 

You reach your hand out to him, and he crawls towards you, slotting himself next to one side, while Frankie hisses as he pulls out of you and lays next to you on your other side. He smothers your neck and face with kisses, and you giggle, feeling Santi pepper kisses across the top of your head and stroking the underside of your breast affectionately with his thumb.

You let out a contented sigh. “Wow, that was…”

Frankie hums out an “incredible” at the exact same time Santi rumbles a “so fucking good” to complete your statement, which makes the three of you laugh. Giggles subsiding, something they said in the heat of the moment suddenly pops into your mind.

“Wait a second,” you say as you sit up. Both men lazily look up at you, faces blissed out, waiting for your question. “Frankie, you said, ‘just like old times’... How many times have you double teamed with Santi?”

The two of them look at each other with nearly identical smirks. Santi pipes up first. “Well, back in our Army grunt days,” he explains, “when we’d go on leave together, we kind of had this habit of teaming up to pick up women.” Your jaw drops slightly, and Santi looks amused at your shock.

“It was a fairly effective strategy,” Frankie continues. “Trying to land a girl alone was a crapshoot. But with the both of us offering her a night to remember?” Frankie huffs. “It seemed like fantasy fulfillment for almost every woman we fucked together.”

Your eyes rake over the two of them, gloriously naked and handsome as ever, in bed with you. Yeah, you can see the appeal. 

“Okay, but who came up with the idea?” You ask, then immediately put up a hand into the air. “WAIT, no, I know exactly who… Santi, you slut!”

Frankie lets out a loud bark of a laugh as Santi rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, annoyed. 

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t benefit from it, idiota!” Santi grumbles. Frankie reaches over, finally successfully ruffling Santi’s hair. Santi flinches and bats Frankie’s hand away, making you shake with laughter as you lounge in the post-coital haze with your boyfriend and his best friend. You don’t blame those women they slept with one bit. This was a night you will surely remember.

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[catchafallingreg]

Juice from a mango

Jegulus microfic 1,713 words nsfw

Outside, the sun burned hotter than Regulus has ever had the pleasure to experience, he lays under a small tree with fruit hung low on its branches.

James land in Mexico held a garden, nothing too large but big enough for a variety of fruit trees: mangos, guavas, nanches, lemons, limes. He had bushes of roses, and other types of flowers Regulus liked to bend over and smell but didn't bother to learn their names.

It was a stay in kind of day, they didn't have anything planned but to laze around, James was inside doing who knows what, and Regulus was enjoying the suns heat shining through the trees branches, until he felt his husbands presence next to his head, he didn't open his eyes but he heard the rustling of leaves and the small break of fruit and stem. Still kept his eyes closed as he felt James walk away, heard more leaves rustling, another tug at branch making him think another fruit was taken from tree, heard as James placed whatever fruit he collected close to Regulus and again he heard James's footsteps retreating. About two minutes later the footsteps returned heard James take a seat, noise of plastic clattering.

Finally, Regulus sat up with eyes open as the smell of freshly cut fruit surrounded him, James was cutting two limes and two mangos, Regulus just watched, it was all so pretty, golden brown hands near such colorful fruit.

“You ever had mango con tajin?” James broke silence.

“With what?”

“Tajin. It’s a Mexican powder you put on fruit. Though sometimes I just eat it out of the bottle.”

James placed all the freshly cut mango in a container, squeezed the lime, and began to completely coat the yellow fruit in tiny red flakes, Regulus hadn’t noticed the bottle earlier, James closed the container and began to shake it, mixing the fruit, lime, and powder.

“Here, try some.”

Regulus had a weak stomach when he first met James, he loves the food he grew up with, will forever praise his bland food- doesn’t care what James says. But his time with James has strength his spice tolerance, his ability to eat different kinds of foods and actually enjoy them. Regulus reached into the container and grabbed at the fruit,

“That’s amazing!”

Regulus doesn't understand how but as James took a bite, all he wanted to do was kiss him. Taste the fruit from his lips. He watched. Just watched, trying to make sense of how James eating mango was so fucking hot, watched as juice run down the man's chin, as some tajin lay on his lips.

James ate the fruit, distracted by the blue sky above, poor man was just trying to enjoy his fruit but Regulus couldn’t hold out much longer and he reached over and took the container away from his hands, almost laughed at James’ pout.

“Mi mango, I wasn’t- what are you doing?”

Regulus shuffled closer, until he was sat on his husband’s lap, James’ hands reaching for a waist meant for holding. Regulus grabbed James’ jaw and licked clean the sour sweet juice from mango and lime, “fuck you for making fruit hot.” Regulus tightened his grip on James's chin just to make his lips stick out more, licked over them, collecting the small spice.

Yes, the mango was amazing, all flavors mixed together sour, sweet, spice. But James will always be his favorite flavor. So, mix it all together and you get Regulus acting a starved man.

As Regulus’ tongue demanded entrance, James hands tightened around soft skin pulling Regulus closer, opening his mouth and letting the man on his lap lick into him.

“Mmm, fuck why is it everything tastes better coming from you” James mewled into open mouth.

“You would think by now you’ve learned- open.”

Regulus hips rocked slowly, once, twice. James opened his mouth ready for spit to sit heavy on his tongue but got a piece of lime-soaked mango instead. He ate it slowly letting the flavors coat his mouth. Normally it’s Regulus who likes to drool into James open mouth, but he wanted to taste James, so as he rocked his hips letting friction work between them, Regulus stuck his tongue out, and was happily given what he wanted. James's spit coated his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He dipped down to bite. Lips crushed together, tongues fighting for more.

James moaned into the kiss as Regulus hips became frantic wanting more.

More more more

James clawed at Regulus shirt, tugging it off followed by his own. Regulus lifted up to remove his and James shorts, naked under hot bright sun. Grass digging into Regulus knees and poking on James's back as he laid down bringing Regulus with him, chest pressed tight together yet still needing to be closer.

They kissed as Regulus reached under him to get a hold of James already filling cock, he was slow in his movements, stroking softly, getting James to buck his hips, a silent plea.

Regulus let him go, breaking the kiss just to lick at his palm and begin again, he wanted James ready, wanted to sit on that pretty cock. But James had other plans, he took a hold of Regulus’ thighs and dragged him up.

Cunt aligned to face. Regulus hands fell next to the sides of James face, hot wet grass below his palms as his thighs shuddered at the thought of tongue pressed on him.

James was hungry, evident in the way he pulled Regulus impossibly closer, nose nuzzled in wet. Mouth wide open as his tongue licked in between soft folds, James rough grip on Regulus ass as he pushed and pulled, clearly asking Reg to move.

Regulus was lost in it all, trying to sit a bit taller just to adjust position, a hand burying itself in soft curls as James found his entrance and slowly slipped his tongue in and out, Regulus doubled over at the sensation of getting to ride James's face. Wet tongue in wet folds, soft moans vibrating into him.

James would drown in Regulus if he could. He loved nothing more than being able to bury his face in between milky thighs.

Eat; Savor everything he could. Remove his mouth from the mans pussy just to bite at the inside of his thighs. Kiss at the bruise the bloomed and start the process all over agin for as long as he could. He bit into him hard enough to draw blood, and Regulus cried out for more.

More tongue, more teeth, more James.

Regulus hand in James's hair tightened, feeling the coil in his belly read to burst. Dizzy with need, Regulus ground his hips into the man's tongue, legs shaky, knees bruised and vision whitening as he came heavy into James's mouth.

James licked him clean as Regulus’ lost himself in his orgasm.

“You taste better than the mango.”

Regulus let out an airy laugh, still loss of breath. “Fuck you” he mumbled as he scoots down to James hips and leaned down for a kiss. James hands always going for Regulus thighs.

Regulus could taste himself on James lips. It was intoxicating, the way their kisses could last forever. They kissed with spit and cum mixing in each other’s mouth. They kissed until James broke it to utter “yes please.” And then diving for more kisses. Hands on Regulus began to move from thighs to hips to ass, adjusting Regulus over his cock, adjusting himself tip to pussy. Trying to go slow so Regulus could adjust to him.

“Fuck baby you're so tight.”

Regulus could only whimper as his pussy stretched for James, he loved the burn of it as he bottomed out, hips to hips. Chest pressed together, kisses never stopping as he rocked forward.

“Let me do it, fuck- please James let me.”

“I’m all yours love.”

Regulus moved up, James's mouth chasing Regulus’ only for a second before he threw his head back as Regulus sat up, hands going behind him holding onto James's thighs as Regulus began to move.

The sun burned. The breeze danced through fruit trees making leaves dance, making wind chimes sing along to birds, the sounds of the pools water. Beautiful music nature provided being drowned out by the sound of skin slapping on skin, wet cunt sliding on cock, and then there were the men themselves.

Regulus would let out the perfect sounds, moans that drove James mad.

James deep grunts as he bucked his hips up into Regulus as the man above came for the second time. James's cock twitched not long after, coming inside the mans pussy.

They laid there unmoving for a minute, trying to catch their breaths. Sticky sweat cooling on Regulus’ back.

“Baby.” James run his hands over Regulus’ waist, lifting him a little just to pull out.

“Ahh fuck- I hate being empty of you.”

“Sorry- “a kiss on Regulus forehead because he deserved it, “-let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

“Yeah okay”

Regulus got off James, looking for the mango. “Fuck you dropped it!”

“Me? You’re the one that kicked it when you got off on my face.”

“Well, who’s the one that put me on their face.”

“It didn't seem to bother you then, are you complaining?”

“About my mango.”

“Baby, look around you, I’ll make you more. Let's just get you inside, I’m afraid the sun is going to eat you up.”

“My sun already did.”

“I thought I was the cheesy one.”

They went back inside, they showered and as Regulus looked for a movie on the tv, James went outside and cleaned up the scattered clothes and spilled mango. He cut more fruit from the tree and went back inside to prepare mango con tajin for his husband.

Regulus ate all the mango and James drank the lime juice. The best part in his opinion. They spent the remaining day inside, James had to spread aloe vera on Regulus’ red back and place a bandaid on his cut knees.

“We’re never having sex out on the grass again, my knees are cut my back burned, and you? You just laid there.”

“Let me do it” James mocked “Love, I have grass burns on my ass.”

“Good.”

[calocera]

fruit review #30: Marang!

first time having marang, i have mixed thoughts lol. I made the mistake of leaving it in the car, i did not know that it smells like gasoline and vitamin C. me and friends drove an hour home with it after it infused the car with the smell and we all got a bit carsick. ik some people enjoy the smell of gasoline but i do not. my friends are still mad at me about it 😢

peeling it was soooo fun, the skin just rips away leaving the fruit. the taste to me is like…guava but creamier and musky. it is completely sweet/musky, no sour or tart notes. the gas smell doesn’t translate to the flavor but the vitamin C absolutely does. my hands smelled like vitamin C for hours after even with many hand washes.

tbh i feel like i got this fruit overhyped for me, i’ve seen people say it’s better than jackfruit and durian but it is definitely not imo :( i prefer fruit with some sour/tart component and this is just pure sweet. id eat it again but i don’t think id buy it again.

[friendcrumbs]

cicadas snippet under the cut + info (?)

“Looks like my search was fruitful,” Herbert yells, unfolding his arms across the hood of the truck. “Come look.”

“In a moment,” Dan calls back, refusing to give into the irritation. “I’m trying to pay.”

“Just leave the money on the counter,” Herbert oh-so helpfully suggests. “Come look, Dan, come on.”

Dan sighs, and resigns himself to the fact that yeah, he is going to come look whenever Herbert calls. 

On the grimy, crusty hood, Herbert has laid out a dozen of shiny fruit. Even with their bumpy green skin whole, a sickly sweet smell permeates the air. Something new, possibly wild, Dan thinks, as he idly takes one in hand. The skin is a little waxy, with some give, and even more fragrant up close. His mouth waters for a second, but then something in his brain connects. Guavas. 

The family of one of the combatants brought a case of different fruit from the market for the doctors while they treated their dying son. They dragged the case from their hometown, a hundred miles away, and so it sat in the humid, dim tent as Dan and Herbert battled the man’s spreading gangrene. A grueling amputation followed by a site infection that finally jumped into the bloodstream and wouldn’t be beaten down by broad-spectrum antibiotics. By the time they declared the patient dead, Dan was seeing double and even Herbert was silent about the reagent. Dan remembers the family’s faces. Both parents, and a younger brother, staring at them with ravenous hope. He doesn’t remember stumbling through the explanation in his kneecapped Spanish, but he does remember throwing up in the bushes twenty feet from the tent as soon as they left. He doesn’t know what happened to the fruit in the end, though. Maybe Herbert fed it to the iguanas, maybe the next shift of medics tore into it. 

He feels faintly sick now, but he can’t put the fruit down, turning its waxy skin in his palm like a prayer bead. He looks at Herbert, wonders if he remembers. Maybe, maybe not. Things just slid off Herbert like water off a duck’s back, after all, and he seems perfectly happy to lean one hip against the hood of the car, not minding the dust and dirt for once, already paring the skin with his army-supplied pocket knife. 

The flesh is a faint pink and so succulent to be slippery. Herbert nicks his finger, swears under his breath, licks the bead of blood along with the juice dripping down his wrist. And then it’s back to the fruit, plunging the knife in twice, turning the wrist so that the blade is flat just so to leverage out a nice, fat slice. He holds it out on the blade, chin still tucked in concentration. 

Dan puts down the one he’s holding and picks up the slice. Herbert immediately gets back to carving, working in quick jerks, like he doesn't want to acknowledge passing it. The slice is wet and sticky, slightly translucent at the thinnest part. It reminds Dan of the thin-sliced samples Herbert would make for microscope slides back in Arkham. He pops it into his mouth before his mind can spin any further connections. 

It’s nice. Sweet, but not cloying, with a slight chew to it. It feels good to eat something, even if he’s still not hungry. He swallows just in time to pick up the next bit. 

⇹

putting a nice scene in the next dose of horrors. like using peanut butter to hide dog medicine. truth be told i have no idea when the next update will be because im back in class. but it is cooking! the link to cicadas.

[erinelliotc]

About me

Welcome to my safe space! (mostly an Ed, Edd n Eddy blog)

I'm Érin Elliot Eddward Marion Mason (I'd appreciate being called Double D, Edd or Dudu (Edd's nickname in Brazil) too ^^). My pronouns are they/them and he/him. I'm nonbinary trans (pomogender, quoigender, agender, genderqueer, libramasc and boyflux).

I'm Brazilian, 24 years old (born in June 15th, 2000), autistic, Double D kinnie (most of my Double D's analyses are me projecting myself onto him) and EddEddy shipper. Ed, Edd n Eddy is my biggest special interest! I'm both an Eddy apologist and an Edd apologist, I'll defend these bitches with all my heart and soul.

I also love:

Will Wood

Deltarune/Undertale

Arcane

Death Note

Gravity Falls

Infinity Train

The Owl House

Over The Garden Wall

The Office

Sally Face

Five Nights at Freddy's

Demon Slayer

Little Witch Academia

Amphibia

Things I like: pink, yellow (golden and mustard), blue-green/green-blue colors, cuteness, weirdness! weird stuff! weird people!, organization, archiving data, ducks, cats, roly polies/pill bugs, caterpillars, snails, moths, bees, mushrooms, dandelions, sunflowers, rainbows, soap bubbles, autumn/spring, the fire element, nature/living beings in general, fairies, plushies, taking pics, editing videos, writing, music, cartoons, bubble wrap, LGBTQ+ content (especially lesbian/sapphic/wlw), hot chocolate, chocolate milk, fries, neugebauer chocolate (milk), coca-cola, brownie, savory food, likes mealy apples more than crunchy apples, puns, spending time alone, working on my personal projects, dedicating myself to my hyperfixations, wearing comfy clothes (usually pajamas), brain-training games, learning, stimming, singing

Things I dislike: changes, lack of order, jumpscare/scares, interruptions, too many people, leaving my house, cold/winter, sun, beach, traveling, public speaking/presentation, passion fruit, tomato, guava paste, white chocolate, cold savory food, get dirty eating, sticky and creamy substances on my skin, physical activity, bugs climbing/walking on me without my consent and prior preparation, people yelling at me and/or being harsh/agressive with me, not being understood

Some of my areas of interest are:

Information Science (Archivology and Library Science)

Psychology (and health area in general)

Biology

Journalism

Design

You can find my edits here! (they're mostly EEnE edits)

You can get to know about my history with Ed, Edd n Eddy here!

My fanarts

My EEnE content (my own posts and my comments on reblogs)

And ALL my EEnE content here (includes reblogs)!

Soon I'll start posting my EEnE stories/fanfics too :)

SOCIAL MEDIA:

Linktree (all my links): https://linktr.ee/ErinElliotC

Carrd:

Português: https://erinmini.carrd.co/

English: https://erinmini.carrd.co/#carrdeng

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@erinelliotc

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Esquikoko

Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/pato__magico

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ErinElliotC

Twitter (main account): https://twitter.com/AutisticQueer

Twitter (art account): https://twitter.com/DoubleDrawings

This was my main blog (Esquikoko) but I don't use it anymore

I have an abandoned blog to post pictures of roly polies

Read this in case I die disappear from social media

Some other stuff about me:

I'm a Visual Communication (Graphic Design) Technician (I don't really work with that though)

I'm a crocheter (still learning)

Undergraduate program: currently studying Library Science (4/8 semesters); I also studied Psychology for 5/10 semesters and Journalism for 1/8 semester

Height: 5'1 (1,55 m)

MBTI: ISFJ

Enneagram: 9w1

Instinctual Variant: sp/so

Moral alignment: Neutral good

Orientation: Asexual, aromantic and lesbian

Astrological sign: Gemini (sun), Cancer (rising), Sagittarius (moon)

Favorite musical artists/bands:

Will Wood (and the Tapeworms)

Cavetown

Grouplove

Miracle Musical

Lemon Demon

Melanie Martinez

Aurora

Baby Fuzz

Hungry Hearts

The Living Tombstone

Mitski

MARINA

Toby Fox

Oingo Boingo

P!nk

Pitty

Green Day

Lily Allen

Lady Gaga

Tally Hall

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw would be my second house

Spirituality: Witch and agnostic

Get to know a little about my musical taste here!

Special interests/current, recurrent and/or fixed hyperfixations: Ed Edd n Eddy, Will Wood, autism, mental disorders, genetic mutations, organization, Deltarune, Arcane, Death note, Gravity Falls, Cellbit, The Owl House, Over The Garden Wall, The Office, Sally Face, intersexuality, lesbianity, transgenerity, asexuality, cats, barism (specialty in making coffee), Brazil Avenue (Avenida Brasil)

[trash-king18]

m pt. 17

no warnings just reader with her sister

————

“you’re late” crystal says as she opens the door

“only by two minutes”

“two minutes that i will be later to work”

“lo se lo se lo siento”

i know i know i’m sorry

she shuts the door

“i thought you and miguel were on the outs”

“we are, what are you talking about”

“wet hair that was clearly washed with men’s products”

“hey!”

“-glowing skin” she sniffs “day old clothes. my guess? you were at his place not even ten minutes ago”

you turn around and roll your eyes at her but when you do your hair that you had positioned to cover your neck falls off your shoulder

she gasps “and y/n Pardo are those hickies?!”

“what?! no” you hastily pull your hair back into place

“oh. my. god.”

“it’s not a big deal”

“mana are you kidding. hickeys are how men claim their territory. they can’t pee on you so they mark your neck for every other person to see that you’re taken even when they’re not around. he’s essentially saying “hands off! she mine”

mine. the thought sends shivers through you

“i thought you were gonna be late to work”

“mm you’re lucky, but we ~will~ talk about this later.”

“Niños, ven a despedirte de tu mamá”

boys come say goodbye to your mama”

Diego and Matias run in and tackle her with hugs and then immediately run over to you next

“se bueno hijos”

be good boys

“tu tambien hermana. hey do yourself a favor borrow something from my closet and uh concealers in the bathroom” she winks

you too sis

she heads out leaving you to a whole day with your favorite boys in the world.

you help Matias with his worksheets for school while Diego showed you all the toys he had gotten for his birthday.. again.

Then you make lunch and decide take them to brighton beach for the afternoon. the water will be too cold to go in but it’ll be a good chance for them to blow off steam and get outside.

the day passes quickly, but you still find your mind wandering back to miguel every so often.

why was he being so… good. even though he was a super hero compared to every other spider man sometimes he didn’t seem like one. superheroes didn’t brood or throw things. and yet he had comforted you through a panic attack, cooked food for you, helped you in… a few other ways.

he had done a fair share of asshole things and you had no intention of mothering him into shape. still he was trying.. and you weren’t perfect either.

you weren’t necessarily thinking about a relationship but… it was starting to feel like you were in one.

before you could spiral any farther down that rabbit hole diego came running up with a shell he’d found.

“woah chico eso es genial”

that’s cool

“puedo quedármelo?”

can i keep it

“por supuesto, podemos enseñárselo a tu mamá”

of course we can show it to your mama”

“Matias, vamos, hora de irse”

come on, it’s time to go

after a lot of begging to stay and a little bit of bribery you were back in the taxi on the way home.

it was dark out and the boys were in bed, Matias was reading to Diego to help him practice. his teachers had apparently noted that he was a little behind but since he’d started doing story time every night he had definitely improved.

Crystal walked in the door looking absolutely exhausted. she came in and kisses your forehead

“i am so glad i never have to worry about you swallowing balloons full of hallucinogenics ”

“what” you laugh

she waves you off and goes to say goodnight to the boys. she comes back out in pajamas and flops down on the couch next to you

“wine?”

“tequila”

“ay ya veo, one of those cases huh?”

she snorts “si”

you pour some tequila and guava juice over ice and hand it to her. she takes a greatful sip and sinks into the cushions.

“wanna talk about it”

“god no. i don’t want to think about work tonight, tomorrow, or at work for that matter”

“fair”

“you know what i do want to talk about”

“the super cool seashell we found at the beach today” you ask hopefully

“yeahhh that and your super fine super hero friend”

“there’s nothing to talk about crystal”

“mm see if you were just fucking that would be true but you’re fucking and fighting and then fucking again”

“so?”

“soooo there’s feelings there. and you are not good at those”

“hey give me some credit here i’ve gotten better about it”

“mm fine maybe a little bit. seriously though y/n you need to talk about it, i know you enough to know you’re probably overthinking about it right now”

“no i- i mean.. maybe a little”

“cmon, spill it, gimme all the juicy details”

“we’re not teenagers im not gonna gossip about boys with you”

“uh yes you are because i’m your older sister and i’m basically the boss of you so talk”

and you do. the tequila makes it easier. you fill her in on every single thing, leaving out only a few select explicit details. when you finally stop talking she stares at you with her mouth hanging open.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i’m not looking at you any way”

“yes, yes you are. i know that face, you have something to say”

“no no im fine im good”

“i gave you every detail you don’t get to hold out on me now”

“i just.. want you to be careful mana. i know you can take care of yourself but this sounds complicated.. not just physically, emotionally. don’t get caught up in the good moments if they don’t outweigh the bad.”

you look down at your drink

“i know. i’m trying”

“what is it tia may always says? for every bad day, a good man-“

“-makes a hundred good ones. yeah. shes such a bad ass.”

“yeah she is, she never let tío ben get away with anything”

“no she did not. I can still hear her “Benicio! no te alejes de mi”

don’t walk away from me

“Benicio! necesito un bolso nuevo”

i need a new bag

your laughter eventually dies down and you’re quiet for a while.

“i went to see him”

you don’t have to explain. she knows exactly what you mean

“oh you did?” something about the way she says it sounds weird but you dismiss it

“marcus suggested it actually, figured it was time”

“i miss him”

“me too”

she rests her head on your shoulder and you two sit like that until she dozes off. you gingerly take the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. it’s almost 1.

you support her head as you lay her down and cover her with a blanket. you check your phone and notice there’s multiple texts from jess and the kids asking about what happened last night. you scroll through them but you stop when you notice a text that had come through two hours ago.

it was from miguel. he never texted, hated using a phone, he just had lyla call you or showed up evidently.

will you be home tonight?

you knew he meant home as in your other universe, but if you were any other two people it could just as easily be a partner asking if you’re coming home, to our shared space. the thought weirded you out.

you weren’t sure wether or not to text back, you

knew he was probably awake working since you weren’t there.

you were so sleepy, you could’ve easily crawled into crystals bed and passed out but you didn’t want to spend another night away from home. you sneak into the boys room and plant a gentle kiss on both foreheads and then climb onto the roof because the living room is too cramped for opening portals.

you step in and step out into your kitchen. you tug your clothes off as you walk to your bed and drop your bag on the floor next to you. you don’t even have the energy to grab pajamas for yourself so you reach for the closest thing which happens to be miguel’s shirt that you’d stuffed in with your jacket on accident before leaving.

you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

————

taglist:

@urmotherswhor3 @kirke-is-my-name @rexxesgirl

@simp4miguell @urmomisafinewoman

@dammittjanet @cheezit-luv3rr @miggyyyyohara

[iwasthewind]

I have like 2 questions lol

Do you have any childhood Monoma hcs

What in the ever loving toast crunch is a "Spiral Cat"?

Anon, two hours after you sent this ask, I had half my answers typed out. A plethora of hcs. I giggled to myself as I tapped away. There was a wine glass filled with cranberry juice in my hand. (That was a lie. It was a normal glass with guava juice.) I was happily sniggering and wondering how I'd explain what a Spiral Cat is (is the name not explanation enough? It's a Spiral Cat/j) when something truly dreadful occurred- someone called my name.

I looked up, smiling, my phone in my hands. "I got you a new candle!" They said. I gasped, delighted.

I cleared the tab.

AFSHJSSKSKSK FORGIVE ME, HORROR SLOWLY DAWNED ON MY (BEAUTIFUL/J) FACE AND I STARED, APPALLED. THE LIGHT WAS SUCKED OUT OF MY EYES. MY SKIN TURNED SALLOW. MY BONES TURNED TO DUST.

I procrastinated after that, sorry agsjsjsnsk. Anyway, here you go!

Monoma was one of those kids who tried to act really grown up and it came off as just alarming and/or funny sometimes. He tried to use big words and sometimes either didn't know what they meant, or butchered them- you can guess how that turned out 💀. It's a habit that he didn't really grow out of.

I feel like Monoma really clung on to things that had little value to others.

He wouldn't let his parents discard dying plants, torn clothes, chipped vases or the like. "The plants can get better! The vase looks okay when you turn it this way! I can wear this shirt when I play in the sand!"

He'd get so distressed when they tried to argue that they'd relent every time.

As a result, current Monoma's room back home is completely cluttered with old things. The number of cupboards and drawers is ever increasing, but he refuses to part with any of it.

A handkerchief belonging to a friend-turned-bully. A broken fountain pen that used to belong to someone who was a friend before she moved away. Old notebooks filled with silly drawings and stories. His (now deceased) cat's old collar and toys that he refuses to let the current one use. A half painted vase. A stained friendship band.

Monoma had trouble retaining friends. He 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 them easily enough, but it was difficult to connect with him and they'd usually find someone they got along with better and slowly leave.

As a result, he got along well enough with everyone, but there were no actual, close friends in the picture and nobody to defend him when he really needed someone to. It got a little lonely sometimes. Until it didn't, because-

"It's just bread! Moron!"

A cat. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Cat. It was an ugly tabby with claws and teeth that were too long, and fur that was too matted and dirty, and a hiss that was far louder than any he'd ever heard before. Everything about it was "too much-" her eyes were too dark, too cruel, she was too plain, too aggresive-

Cats scared Monoma, but for this one he felt nothing but pity.

"I got you bread, Tsundere. What- stop with the face. It's bread. B-R-E-A-D."

He didn't quite understand what trauma was, but he figured it looked something like this.

He never really managed to domesticate Tsundere, and even though he gave in to his parents' wishes and agreed to gymnastics and french lessons, he wasn't allowed to bring the cat into the house unless it rained or snowed.

The cat didn't care about such trivial human boundaries. It was their fault- why leave the windows open?

Tsundere, at this point, was too used to being called Tsundere and refused to respond to any other names.

She hated being touched too much and really was a Tsundere, but when Monoma was sick- it really wasn't too bad- she panicked, was inconsolable and remained pressed against his side, purring and trying to make him feel better. She did not make a move to eat for hours, not until Monoma forced her.

She died two years later (she was old) and it was Monoma's turn to be inconsolable.

Is this how you write hcs I've never actually done this before

Moving on

Monoma watched a lot of Ghibli movies when he was very smol, so most of them flew over his head

He really loved the aesthetic, though

He wanted to dress up as Howl for Halloween, but where could you find a Howl costume for a seven year old? Perhaps if you tried-

His grandmother cackled and dressed him up as Calcifer. He still has the costume.

I honestly feel like his parents were physically very present, but emotionally quite absent in his life. They were also overwhelmingly pragmatic sometimes.

"Consider it, Neito. It may never work out. You cannot become a hero with your quirk."

They never really taught him to socialize, or to differentiate between right and wrong. He had to navigate those waters largely on his own.

As a result, some relationships (platonic or otherwise) were pleasant, some were painful and some were just bland. All of them were learning experiences, though.

He has ADHD. He doesn't know it. His middle school teachers brought it up to his parents, who dismissed it with a flick of the wrist and "it's alright, he can manage."

He couldn't manage. An older Monoma with a diagnosis and medication was royally pissed when he found out they already knew.

"You could have told me! Do you think it was easy?! Do you know how many breakdowns I've had? The difficulties I ran into at school? The issues I've had with my self worth? Of course it's easy for you, but it was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 so for me!"

He loved sweet things with a burning passion

He read the first few chapters of Coraline when he was younger, and only touched the book again when he read it with Reiko in UA.

He accidentally ran headfirst into the world of fanfiction at ten, looked over the edge, underestimated the drop and jumped without a parachute.

He has AO3 (he loves it), Quotev (it's good), Deviantart(rarely uses it), Tumblr (meh, sometimes good) and Wattpad ("why do children keep coming here? I hate this").

Reads fanfiction (and writes it as well) but has a tendency to discontinue or have really long hiatuses

Setsuna keeps harping on and on about a wonderful fanfiction that the author discontinued. Monoma who forgot to update it one time and consequently forgot it existed:

She wasn't pleased when she found out

Oh shoot you wanted childhood hcs

What has this turned into

I'm so sorry I'm vv distracted rn but I feel like I need to post this already (it's been way too long ahzjakksk)

[ktzart]

#1 for each different section in that character ask game, if you like? For whichever character(s) you're feeling lately!

Appearance 1: What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

the amt of time i had to spend trying to figure out which of my characters (if any) are particularly pleased with their physical forms. anyway

RIDDICK likes his mouth. the whole thing. lips, fangs, dimples, little forked tongue.

Objects 1: Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

SADIE canonically always wears a little necklace with a bat shaped pendant that turns into her badass sword (bc she is frequently thrust into situations where a sword is unexpectedly required)

Food and Drink 1: What flavor would your character say their personality is?

if you got ANNA drunk i think she would ruminate on this topic for probably a solid hour ("guava? anise? hot laptop? jasmine? ozone? pickled ginger? nail polish? maraschino cherry? aluminum foil? neoprene? midori?") before finally landing on "you just opened a bag of sour patch kids that you left inside a hot car for a day and theyve all melted into one horrible mass"

Weather and Nature 1: What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

WORMWOOD gets caught in the rain and changes absolutely nothing about their behavior. if theyre walking somewhere they continue walking, wetly. honestly theyre extremely into the tactile sensation of the water droplets beating against their skin and dont pay much attention to the fact that theyre going to get hypothermia and die

Company and Solitude 1: Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

SADIE low key extremely wants to be babied when shes sick. she'll be oh nooo i feel so bad how youre doing all this stuff :(( and it's incredibly convincing but secretly she likes to be a fucking lump of germs and get waited upon

Mind Body Soul 1: What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

if you're jax, you find KHRIS' unconscious tendency to take off and wipe his glasses when he's annoyed incredibly, ridiculously, just stupidly attractive

Hobbies and Activities 1: What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

like logically ANNA should like to play video games but as i katz cannot be fucked to know things about video games then you all can decide for her i guess. something esoteric and convoluted. especially games that allow for great perversity and sadism on the part of the player. requires the player to keep a lot of plates spinning at once and work with problem solving in the face of unpredictable events. visuals would surprisingly matter very very little to her i think actually she might prefer heavily/entirely text-based games

erin likes to play psychological games with another married woman

and dagmar sure has been placing a lot of bets lately. the divorce was very hard on her you understand.

[annlillyjose]

Dairy Whiskey – Update 02

[image description: a branch of clustered dark green leaves in the background. in the center, a white serif font reads, “dairy whiskey – update 02”. / end id]

hi hi hello! guess who’s back with another dairy whiskey update! it’s me.

so, there’s not much to share about what happened behind the scenes for this update, because it was a little while back and i really don’t remember what exactly happened. all i can say is, this update covers the longest chapter in the whole book, complete (as of now) at 11,293 words. crazy, i know. concerning, too, i know. but you gotta do what you gotta do to keep the story going.

the draft is at 30k rn and the goal is 50k. please send me some good vibes so the next 20k can somehow just happen to me.

enough with this blabber. moving on to the update.

excerpts and taglist under the cut.

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

TWs: this novel deals with themes of childhood and religious trauma, sexual, emotional, and substance abuse, mental health issues, self-harm, abortion, etc. so please be kind on yourself and read ahead only if you feel comfortable. This update in particular deals with a lot of graphic mentions of self-harm, knives, blood, and suicidal ideation, so please feel free to skip this update if it might upset you at all.

because i intend on publishing this book, i will not be elaborating on the scenes i'm sharing. i'd like to keep the plot private, but i'll mention what every excerpt is about. i hope it'll make some sense, but if it doesn't, i sincerely apologise.

chapter four – gold, frankincense, and myrrh

this chapter begins with dinah's father being gone, and her getting ready to go to church to meet austin.

this is the opening.

Rains had calmed by that day’s sunrise, unfurling a mute mustard morning, soaked in shattered birdsong. Old teakwood doors breathed again in their frames. Warm rays of golden sunlight cusped the living room’s corners. Through an open window, a chiffon breeze swung its way in, humming against cold concrete. Abstract shadows of guava branches rippled on one of the walls. Father had been gone for six days.

here's an excerpt of dinah being confused by the smell of food in their house because after the grandmother died, nobody had been cooking. guess who's the chef today?

The clank of steel vessels drew me to the kitchen. At first, I thought it was a mouse, but when the noise persisted, I got closer to the door. Ephron’s silhouette staggered on the beige wall. I should’ve walked away, but the smell of coriander and garam masala tingled my skin. With grandmother now gone, there had been no cooking in the house. Since coming back, I’d eaten a whole packet of milk bread that had expired half-way through.

The kitchen had begun to smell like fungi and neglect. But today, Ephron had reopened it. Wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, he sauteed onions in a non-stick frying pan. Beside an open pressure cooker on the counter, boiled potatoes were waiting to get mashed in a glass bowl. In a ceramic plate, chopped tomatoes and shallots crowded next to each other. Next to it, on a steel lid, was a spoonful of turmeric powder.

honestly, just reading this back is making me hungry. talking about hunger, here's a big excerpt, featuring all the foods mariam used to cook for her kids (when she was still around).

On all school days, mother would make chapatis for breakfast. She made the dough in boiling water and kneaded it soft on the grinding stone. Then she’d rest it for an hour under a piece of wet muslin cloth. When we sat at the table for breakfast, she’d first give us a glass of Horlicks. We had a race amongst us on who would finish their glass first, and it was always Ephron who won. By the time we were done, which wasn’t much later, there’d a hot chapati glazed in ghee on our plates. We’d each eat two and sprint out the front door in our navy uniforms and ScooBee Day backpacks. In the evenings, we ate aval – flattened rice cooked in shredded coconut and jaggery. Some days, she made pazhampori – ripe banana fritters – and on others, carrot halwa, grated beetroot slow-cooked in coconut milk and sugar, or fruit salad with vanilla custard. In the weeks following Christmas and Easter, we ate dry plum cake with lemonade. She bought us Good Day cashew biscuits and filled our snack bowls with salted almonds. Because she preferred a low-on-rice diet, gran disliked mother’s feeding choices. But, relentlessly, she sticked to serving us hot chapatis on school mornings. After she left, there was more variation in the breakfast menu, with idli, dosa, appam, idiyappam, tapioca, jackfruit, yam, and other tuber crops from the landholding. Still, after all those years, the grease of her ghee-coated chapatis remained unmatched, like many other things after she broke off. The cracks of this insufficiency widened, forming a ridge; a cliff from the end of which we dangled, like Christmas ornaments with their enamel coating chipped off.

now if that doesn't make your mouth watery, i don't know what will. but let's move on for now and read a scene where dinah is in her post-meltdown phase, relying on ephron a little bit and trusting him a little bit, mostly because she can't move her body and has no energy left in her to fight. honestly, feels girl! i see you!

Aftershave evaporated from his face, swinging heat waves against my cheek. I submitted to my body’s tiredness. The room began to heat up with the sun now hitting straight through the window. On the red refrigerator, the window’s rails formed shadows in grids. Ephron’s breath rumbled politely in my ears. Nauseous and dizzy, I made no attempts to leave. Instead, I closed my eyes to pitch black.

now, let's see what dinah does when the father comes home and orders her to make him a lemonade.

I hated father, so I put dishwashing liquid in his lemonade. I scooped out the froth and served it to him in a fancy glass with enamelled blue flowers on it. I hated father, so I wanted to make him feel something.

can we all take a moment to appreciate her anger issues? to be fair though, trust me, there's reason enough.

after this, dinah has a conversation with ephron where he reveals a secret he had been keeping for a long while, and like the chaotic humans they are, they end up in a fight. but gladly, this fight ends up in more resolution than the previous ones and they end up falling asleep on the floor in dinah's room.

quick note: yes, ephron is still an abuser and this is not a redemption arc. this is not a story that will justify an abuser or take sides with one. this is only a story that explore a more nuanced relationship in all its complex, messy, and concerning ways.

vignette four – forgive me, abba

this vignette details a secret that ephron had been keeping, but is written sort of in the form of a prose poem. for spoiler reasons again, sharing only the last part of it.

But you are a father, and even when his hands overflow with yours and the taste of you keeps dripping from his mouth, he keeps shut. He sets himself on fire because everything will be okay. The fire spreads, the town dies, the sky turns blood red.

But it will be okay. You are a father.

Your son is your son only until you feed him fear.

After these pass, he is a house, and his secrets – arson.

so, that's it for this update. hope you enjoyed reading my work. like i mentioned, please send me your best writer luck vibes because finishing this novel is not only a need, but a necessity right now. i need to be able to get this out of my system before i can work on anything else. and besides, i've been working on this for almost two years and i have to wind this up as soon as i can.

hope you have been keeping well and hope writing has been going good for you.

– love and light, ann!

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4 +1 Times - Privacy is a Luxury We Can’t Afford | Part 1

Got the bug to write some CoD fic with my new OC. Enjoy or something I guess?

This is a 5 part drabble series about how privacy isn’t always an option in this line of work. Includes my female OC, call-sign Hound, but isn’t inherently romantic. The final scene may or may not contain smut, I haven’t decided. 

You learn real quick to not be modest in this life, privacy is a luxury few can afford most days.

“Eyes to the wall boys!” Hound strode into the communal shower with a flourish, throwing the door open and tossing her towel onto a nail driven haphazardly into the wall. She held a short towel over her front to create some semblance of modesty from breast to mid-thigh as she made her way to the weak spout in the corner. 

The other members of the task force that had jockeyed for the hotter and higher-pressure faucets in the room turned to face the wall, jokes and chatter still flowing freely over their shoulders and bounding off the cracked tile walls. Hound luxuriated in the cool spray for a moment, the cacophony of sound around her reassuring. The water sluiced grime and viscera off her skin while the voices of her comrades seemed to do the same to the lingering post-mission tension clinging to her nerves. Some days it amazed her that she felt so comfortable, so safe, in a crowded locker room with some of the world’s most skilled killers, but the ringing of laughter kept that more morbid line of thought at bay.

“Yeah Hound, what do you think about it?” She twisted to look at Soap a few feet away from her, eyebrows raised in question. “What’s worse, a perpetually wet bar of soap in your kit, or a bottle of it leaking open in your kit?” He kept scrubbing at the last streaks of dirt caked onto his arms, his attention comfortably split between the routine of cleaning and the boisterous argument he seemed to be leading the group in. 

“I gotta go with the perpetually wet bar. Liquid soap I can wash off but the funk of a mildewy bar in my bag? That’s forever.” 

She glanced down at Soap’s feet where a fancier looking bottle than they usually had sat unprotected. He caught the change in her attention a moment too late as she hastily snapped it up and turned her back to him, reading the label aloud. 

“Oooh, someone felt bougie last time we hit the exchange huh? Let’s see what we have here.” She pitched her voice up a notch louder, holding her towel over her front so she could turn around to present her findings to the team. “Paraben free, sulfate free, 100% natural essential oils- ooooh Soap, this is the good stuff huh?” She laughed, holding the bottle out of Soap’s reach while Gaz attempted to grapple him and keep him at bay. “Volumizing and moisturizing with scents of guava, passionfruit, and mango! Wow Soap, I get it now! A tropical man, eh?” She cackled wildly and tossed the bottle back at him. 

“Looks like none of us need to worry about any stinky bars of soap, MacTavish has us covered, eh boys?” There was a round of laughter and the telltale thwap of someone being hit with a wound up towel. Hound chuckled, returning to scrubbing her hair in the slowly warming spray. 

The chatter seemed to die with the speed of an Officer entering the room, which could only mean one thing. She peeked towards Soap, confirming that he was resolutely facing the wall, focused intently on re-scrubbing his forearms. Hound nodded to herself, turning her intention to the long Y-shaped crack in the tile at her eye level when she heard the last available showerhead turn on to her left. 

Ghost. 

There was a polite quiet in the room, every member of the 141 present dutifully finishing up as quickly as possible to give the Lieutenant his privacy. One by one they filtered out, leaving in silence. Hound felt the cool tap of plastic on her shoulder, turning to find Soap prodding her with another bottle, a hand towel draped politely over his junk. 

“Conditioner, since you seem so keen on stealing my stuff. Maybe it’ll help you look less like a mangy mutt in the morning.” He laughed as she snatched it from his hand, missing the heavy eye roll as he turned away to towel down and leave as well. 

She rinsed her hair, slicking a sparse dollop of conditioner through it and letting it sit. She took note of the brand and scent for later, she would have to thank MacTavish for the rare luxury. She stretched under the spray of water, appreciating that it was slowly turning from tepid and weak to something warmer and firmer against her skin. 

“That good, ey?” She almost startled at the voice beside her, slamming down on the instinct to look his way before it could kick in. She must have made some sound to alert Ghost to her quiet reverie. 

“Free fancy hair shit and a hot shower? Yeah, I’d say it’s that good LT.” She kept her eyes down, hiding a smile when he chuffed out a breath as close to a laugh as any of them ever got from him. “You want some? MacTavish got the good stuff, for real.” She held out the bottle, giving it a playful shake. 

There was a long pause, but soon she felt the weight lift from her hand and heard the cap pop open followed by a sniff. She turned her back to the spray and closed her eyes, rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair. She grinned smugly, scrubbing at her scalp while Ghost seemed to evaluate the bottle with care. 

“Guess a nimby can have a good idea once in a while.” There was the click of the bottle closing and the sound of it being placed on the shower floor between them. “Thanks.”

Hound, still grinning, scooped it up with a nod and scurried away to get her own towel and leave. She patted herself down, wrapping her hair up in her smaller towel. She turned to the lieutenant, a hand over her eyes, and called out “I’ll let him know you approve, LT! I’m sure MacTavish will love it!” She quickly slipped out the door before she could hear his response to that one, savoring the chaos this would cause later in the afternoon.  

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White Leather - Bella Bellissima

Notes from description:

White Guava Blossom, Cedar Leaves, Aromatic Green Agreste, White Cedar, Orris Root, Midnight Jasmine, Rose, Patchouli, Oud Wood, Leather, Sandalwood, Amber, Moss, Vanilla

My review:

Let me set the scene: an up market candy store, one of those that makes aesthetic claims to history but isn't actually; dark wood pastry cases, gleaming brass fittings, the girl behind the counter in a striped canvas apron. The light, coming through the window is golden and thick as honey. A woman stands at the counter, dithering over a chocolate selection. She wears her dark hair up and off her neck, showing off tanned shoulders and the straps of her red sundress. She buys a dozen cherry liquor chocolates, the ones with the whole cherry inside. The box, when the shop girl passes it over to her, is tied with a piece of red twine.

This scent starts like a Birkin in a candy store - all candied fruit and soft leather, a sigh of alcohol, and a dark chocolate depth from the wood. From there it mellows out into sweet oud and true leather; eating cherry liquor chocolates in the passenger seat of a wood-panneled Bentley while driving through the wooded countryside. The last gasp is woody and smoky, less leather and the fruit is long gone from the fore but lingers in the background like sticky cherry liquor on your fingers.

Verdict:

5.5/10 - the vibes? Impeccable. The rest? Meh.

I was not blown away. It was very sweet on me and I definitely didn't get guava. On paper it has a lot more depth but on my skin It's delicious but not to my personal taste. Definitely worth a sample if you like gourmand scents or tend to lean more fruity but want something with more depth. Would make a good evening scent.

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8 Health Benefits Of Guava Leaves That Are Scientifically Proven

However, the guava leaf extends beyond appearance and primary function of acting as a shell for the fruit. There are numerous health benefits of guava leaves which promote physical well-being. The main aim of this content is, however, to concentrate on the guava leaves and highlight, in a nut shell, the various health benefits it has.

Guava Leaves: Nature's Remedy for a Healthier You

Before going deep into the leaves, let us talk a little about guava fruit. This oval-shaped fruit is usually green in color with a hint of yellow sometimes. Guava is a nutritive fruit. It consists of numerous benefits of guava leaves due to the presence of vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants in this fruit.

Nutritional Value of Guava Leaves:

The guava leaves are equally admirable. They have a number of phytochemicals such as avicularia and hyperin, apigenin, myricetin, gallic acid and epicatechin, chlorogenic acid and caffeic acid as well as kaempferol. Furthermore, they contain a number of microelements such as vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants.

Know the Health Benefits Of Guava Leaves

Boosts Immune System: Guava leaves contain antioxidants and vitamin C that boost the immune system, thus preventing one from falling sick. This is very essential especially during the flu and other infection-prone seasons when a person’s body is weak and prone to infections. 

Enhances Eyesight: Guava leaves are rich in vitamin A, which improves eye health, thus preventing vision problems. This is useful for screen users and other individuals who like how sitting in dark places gives them rest but whose eyes are at risk of vision problems.

Reduces Menstrual Pain: Guava Leaves are used to relieve menstrual pains. Many of these women will agree that painful periods a lot disrupts or even worsens the quality of life.

Encourages Healthy Digestion: Guava leaf is rich in fiber which facilitates digestion and alleviates constipation. This can help in avoiding digestive problems as well as keeping healthy intestines.

Helps Prevent Cancer: Guava leaf antioxidants destroy cancer cells and protect healthy cells from damage. Especially these days when all the environmental cancer causing toxins and pollutants are on the rise.

Promotes cardiovascular health: Under quarterly principle, guava leaves help decrease bad cholesterol, increases proper blood flow, and lower heart disease. This is important in sustaining the cardiovascular system and averting heart attack and stroke.

Read Also: The Hidden Health Benefits of Guava Leaves

Helps Relax: Guava leaf has calming effect and can help ease anxiety and induce sleep. This is of great help to patients who experience stress or anxiety in their day to day lives.

Alleviates the Symptoms of Cold and Cough: Thanks to their antibacterial as well as their expectorant properties, guava leaves can be utilized to ease a cold and cough. This helps ease the signs and aids in a quicker recovery from lung infections.

Hair: Guava leaves for hair growth and help reduce hair loss by strengthening the hair follicles.

Skin: The antibacterial properties of guava leaves for skin help treat acne, reduce inflammation, and improve overall skin health.

Diabetes: Guava leaves for diabetes help lower blood sugar levels and improve insulin sensitivity, aiding in diabetes management.

Health Benefits Of Guava leaves extend from fighting infections to enhancing immunity and aiding in digestion and prevention of lifestyle diseases. This is because the levels of guava leaves on the diet can be increased with little or no trouble to enhance the health of an individual. Whether in tea, as a supplement, or as an ointment, here are guava leaves worth your while to include in your health care.

In “Harvest Harmony” A book authored by Dr. Partha P Banerjee reveals the numerous health Benefits Of Guava Leaves among other natural methods and examines holistic medicine. Remember that there is often a solution to our medical ailments if we were to step outside. Explore, Learn, Value and Accept the tranquil that this life has!

Read Also: Know the Health Benefits Of Guava Leaves In Daily Routine

FAQ: 

1. How healthy are guava leaves?

Parts of the guava plant such as its leaves have health benefits including better digestion, moderation of blood sugar, enhancement of the cardiac function and protection from inflammations and cause weight loss and even provide some anti-oxidation properties.

2. Do guava leaves help in weight loss?

The answer is yes; guava leaves may increase the rate of metabolism and also help control weight gain by inhibiting the absorption of carbohydrates.

3. How do guava leaves help skin health?

Acne treatment, irritation relief, marking reduction, and age-defying effects from antioxidants and anti-inflammatories – guava leaves do it all.

4. Can guava leaves cure diabetes?

Yes, guava leaves are said to lower blood sugar levels and are therefore useful for diabetes patients.

5. How do guava leaves taste?

They have a taste which is somewhat nude that is slightly astringent. They are also used in many herbal tea.

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Amazing Benefits of Guava Leaves

Guava fruits are amazingly rich in antioxidants, vitamin C, potassium, and fiber. But Guava leaves do not get as much attention. Guava leaves have medicinal properties, which are used to cure many diseases. These leaves have been used for centuries in traditional medicine for their healing properties. It helps with digestion, control blood sugar level, boost your immune system, improve your skin and also promote your hair growth. Guava leaves contain powerful antioxidants that neutralize harmful free radicals. This may reduce the risk of cell damage and mutations leading to cancer. Consuming Guava leaves on a regular basis supports eye health, sharpens vision and protects against eye-related issues.